"With only two arrows left in the quiver, she started to consider how to report back her failure to the others.
It was crazy. Because of an ancient superstitious tradition, she now sat here and rested her sore body against the trunk of an oak tree in the middle of nowhere.
What was the chance of killing anything even? The only animal nearby was a magpie; jumping around in the treetops and collecting twigs for a nest.
Her father expected her to succeed. It would crush his proud superiority if none of his children followed in his footsteps - something he deeply deserved."
This text is from the first chapter of the young adult fantasy novel, I'm writing (quickly translated into English, originally written in Danish).
A well placed arrow followed shortly by some amazing wild meat! I recently slow cooked this front leg and immediately was reminded of the whole process prior to taking this animal. From sharpening my broadheads, to packing the car, driving 6 hours after work on a Friday night. I reached camp late and @lovell.alpha already had the fire roaring. We stayed up laughing our asses off at silly things, woke up tired as hell and in below freezing temperatures. At the time things never seem memorable... but looking back I can't help but relive these memories through the simple act of eating a meal.
It's been said a million times - but you just cannot get the sense of worth this has by simply buying a glad wrapped steak from the supermarket. #hunting
• B A R E S C O N E N C A N T O • . . En esta publicación, os muestro el bar “El Tigre” (Madrid). Este establecimiento cerca de Gran Vía, en la calle Infantas, donde hay dos bares “El Tigre” con la misma decoración tanto rural como de caza. En su decoración había aparejos de la antigua agricultura y animales disecados de caza. En cuanto a su servicio, tapas caseras buenas de sabor que te sirven por consumición, a un precio muy bajo puedes cenar, ya que te ponen un plato grande con diversidad de tapas.